ISRA
“…I’m sorry for everything that I said, I was a jerk, an asshole, I agree with that. You can throw the fries at me if you want.” He rushed his words, and then exhaled, staring at me.
I was standing now, facing him.
“That’s what I came to say.” He pursed his lips and pointed at his phone in my hands. “Ain’t you going to say anything about it?”
I took my gaze back at his phone, I had forgotten that I held it.
“Say something will you? I just want to get this off between us, and we can go our separate ways, what do you think?”
Separate ways? That’s not what I wanted.
I stared at the phone, I was about to write on it but my hands were trembling. I don’t want to stay with the Weather anymore and if my plan failed, I would have to run away from the house, and if it failed.
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